Yesterday was the first day back to school from Christmas Break. Thankfully it wasn’t too bad. The students, administration, and teachers were their normal selves…all of us trying to keep our energy up and our eyes open. Honestly, we really were happy to see each other. Apart from missing the luxury of waking up late
I wonder if the school year is 9 months to parallel the stages of pregnancy. In the first few months, teachers are excited about the new school year, like a mother after discovering she is with child. Closer to the end of the pregnancy mothers become tired of being pregnant and begin to look forward to school being over, I mean having the baby.
Yesterday was Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s birthday. A U.S. Federal holiday that many companies, businesses, and school districts observe by cancelling this day of working…except my district. Don’t get me wrong, students were off, but teachers had the great pleasure of attending more Professional Learning classes also called Professional Development. Weeks prior to this
I’ve gotten off to a shaky start. My plan was to begin a new me by working out with the goal of 5 times a week and working on my personal projects; and sure enough, when you say things like that, hindrances pop up. I was able to start working out, but I wasn’t able
Dear Diary, Today is finally Wednesday and I am soooooooo tired. I have been out of school for about 2 weeks due to Hurricane Harvey, but my goodness! Trying to get back in the swing of teaching is exhausting. I also work about 45 minutes from my home, so that with trying to be a
School begins tomorrow, September 11. We already had our first day of school on August 21 (The day of the Lunar Eclipse), but that week was cut short by Hurricane Harvey. Thursday, August 24, was the last day of school for that week.
My circle is extremely small and those few people KNOW me. They know when I am uncomfortable and they know when I need to recharge. They can also tell if I am saying things because I am uncomfortable, and not because I am trying to be rude.
Today in America, the sounds of laughter entangled with music and good times will be heard all around. The air will be…
This morning I woke up to a text message from a co-worker. Sadly this isn’t anything new. However, I was surprised to see which co-worker it was from. It was from the co-worker whose daughter I had taught. They are the mother/daughter duo that caused me most of my stress and frustration from last year. If